"Diao Min! Fools! Traitors! Bad people! It's better to die all of them! ”

Ding Zhihuang let out a roar in his heart.

As evil thoughts arose in his heart, the dream in front of him changed again.

Only this time he was no longer in the lobby of the ministry, but in a strange jungle.

Where is this?

Where did those little soldiers in black who walked carefully through the woods come from?

When he saw the Rizhang Banner among these black-clothed soldiers with thousands of people, Ding Zhihuang seemed to remember something and suddenly understood.

This is...... Japanese soldiers!

Over here...... Could it be Moss Bay?

The Japanese officer leading the team did not seem to be aware of Ding Zhihuang's existence, and he carefully observed everything around him.

The wind suddenly became stronger, gradually blowing away the fog, and the scene that had been hidden by the fog was gradually revealed, and two huge and steep peaks appeared in front of the Japanese.

The Japanese general raised his binoculars, and he saw that between the two peaks, there was a narrow stone path winding upward, and his brow gradually tightened.

The trail is narrow enough to accommodate two people side by side, making it very difficult for an army of several thousand to navigate.

The Japanese officers gathered on horseback, and everyone's eyes were focused on the Japanese generals who were the leader.

The Japanese general noticed the look of surprise in everyone's eyes, and was very annoyed, and shouted a few times, and the other Japanese officers hesitated, but still gave the order to continue the march. The Japanese soldiers then formed two columns and walked up the stone path.

The stone path was relatively flat at first, and the Japanese general saw that many of the stones seemed to have been specially leveled. So he rode boldly up the stone steps. I saw that the Japanese general was going to ride a horse up the mountain. A Japanese officer was taken aback and hurried forward to stop him.

The Japanese general nodded, reluctantly turned over and dismounted, and stayed with the officers in the woodland at the stone gate, watching the procession pass by.

At this time, on the opposite cliff, guns were quietly sticking out from the forest and between the cracks in the rocks.

Ding Zhihuang understood that it was the people of Moss Bay who wanted to ambush the Japanese army here!

The Japanese general saw the smooth passage of the troops. No one stopped him, and he said something to his subordinates proudly. But as if he was going to hit him in the face, just as he finished speaking, a series of crisp gunshots suddenly rang out!

The Japanese general hurriedly raised his binoculars and looked ahead, only to see a large area of white smoke rising from the opposite cliff, and bullets raining down.

The Japanese general lowered his binoculars. He stomped his feet and screamed in frustration.

Without waiting for the officers to give the order, the Japanese soldiers had already begun to shoot at the opposite cliff. The Japanese soldiers who had stayed in the woodland and had not yet walked up the mountain road also raised their guns and shot at the cliff wall.

What surprised Ding Zhihuang was extremely surprised. Compared with the ferocious counterattack of the Japanese army, Fanmin's firepower was not weak at all, and at this particular moment, it was even stronger!

In his impression, the Great Qianxiang Huai Training Army in the war to suppress the Shengping Heavenly Kingdom did not have such firepower!

What surprised him even more was that in the eyes of these scholars, the "shengfan" who were like beasts, their marksmanship was very accurate!

In the midst of these rounds of shooting just now, the Japanese army continued to fall from the mountain road to the mountain stream like falling leaves, and only a few people were hit and fell down in the Shengfan position on the opposite side!

Even with the full fire support of the Japanese troops who did not walk on the stone paths in the woodland, the battle situation did not change much. Seeing more and more Japanese soldiers falling into the mountain stream, the Japanese general scolded loudly.

Just when the platoon guns on both sides were still firing fiercely, Ding Zhihuang suddenly found that on the cliff above the head of the Japanese soldiers on the stone path, a large number of people appeared!

There were not many of them, and although they were carrying rifles, they had no intention of shooting at the Japanese army!

The Japanese general also found these Fanmin, he was a little puzzled and raised the telescope again, when he saw that there were a lot of huge rocks under the feet of Fanmin that were erected and bound by wooden rafts and vines, his hands trembled, and the telescope actually fell off.

As if seeing the Japanese looking at them, a young man who was obviously the leader of the Fanmin smiled coldly in the direction of the Japanese, and suddenly pulled out the scimitar at his waist, aimed it at a vine, and slashed it fiercely.

Seeing the leader's movements, the other fans also pulled out their scimitars one after another and slashed down at the vines.

"Boom!" "Boom!"

With a loud bang, boulders fell from the sky and smashed straight towards the Japanese troops on the mountain road.

Ding Zhihuang watched a boulder fall into the ranks of the Japanese soldiers first, and smashed the two Japanese soldiers into meatloaf at once, and then the boulder rolled off their bodies and rolled towards the following Japanese soldiers.

A Japanese officer shouted loudly, as if to ask the team to retreat, and then he ran down the hill first, and then the Japanese soldiers turned around and ran down the hill, but the speed of the man could not compare to the speed of the boulder rolling! More boulders tumbled down, and for a time the mountain roads and streams were filled with the screams of Japanese soldiers.

The Japanese soldiers, who had easily escaped down the mountain road and returned to the woodland, had no fighting spirit at this time, and ran to the rear without their lives, and actually disrupted the Japanese army ranks on the woodland.

The Japanese general was furious when he saw this, and shouted "Yaga!" He pulled out the saber at his waist and slashed over a Japanese soldier who had fled to him in a daze.

The Japanese general angrily waved the katana in his hand and shouted loudly, as if to tell his subordinates not to run away and go back to fight, but no one listened to him, and more and more Japanese soldiers began to turn around and run back.

The Japanese general was so angry that he was about to swing his knife and continue to cut people, but he was caught off guard and didn't know where to go, "Bang!" A shot knocked one of the guards beside him to the ground in an instant.

The Japanese general was stunned for a moment, the hand waving the knife stopped, and he couldn't help but turn his head. I saw the figure of the big group of Fanmin rushing out of the forest!

The number of these people is in the hundreds. They all had rifles in their hands. With a bullet between their fingers, they ran and shot at the same time, and pressed the bullets into the chamber with great skill and speed, and suddenly countless bullets came like a torrential rain, and a large number of Japanese soldiers were knocked to the ground before they could shoot!

Seeing Fanmin fighting so bravely, Ding Zhihuang was surprised.

These alien people. How can it be more capable of fighting than the army of the imperial court?

Under the command of a general, some Japanese soldiers easily gathered and began to return fire with platoon guns, but the accuracy of the Japanese army's shooting under the panic was greatly reduced, and several rows of guns were fired out one after another, only a dozen Fanmin were knocked down, and Fanmin's shooting became more and more ferocious. The ground was littered with dead and wounded Japanese soldiers. The Japanese general fell from his horse and looked behind him at the panicked defeated brigade and the wounded all over the ground. The Japanese general screamed and snatched a long knife from one of the guards. He will commit suicide by seppuku. The guards were horrified, howled one by one, and threw him to the ground, snatching the knife from his hand.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, a cannonball flew like a meteor, landed in the position of the people and exploded.

A huge black smoke ball instantly rose in Fanmin's position, and one shell after another flew straight over, exploding continuously in Fanmin's position, raising clouds of black smoke, as well as a large number of broken wood and flying stones, flying into the sky together.

Under the desperate persuasion of his subordinates, the Japanese general gave up the idea of suicide and stood up with the support of the guards. He turned his head to look at the Fanmin position, which was already shrouded in black smoke, and waved his fist viciously.

A Fanmin warrior looked at the craters formed by the explosion of shells on the battlefield and the large corpses around them, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, and he turned to the young man who looked like the leader of the rifle with the bayonet on it.

The leader looked at the corpses with a gloomy face, these people were in tatters, several of them had half of their bodies blackened, and some of them had mutilated limbs.

This sudden and terrible explosion forced the Fanmin warriors to stop their pursuit.

The leader seemed to know what caused such a terrible injury, and saw that several of the wounded warriors of his own tribe were lying on the ground screaming, the leader and several companions quickly stepped forward and risked being hit by Japanese shells, either on their backs or in tow, to rescue them.

The Japanese soldiers began to howl and rushed forward, attacking in a line behind the hill occupied by Ikuban. After a fierce exchange of fire, many people were killed and wounded, and the lightly wounded tried to break through and retreat westward. When the Japanese surrounded them, they hid behind rocks and trees and put up stubborn resistance. Because of their small numbers and the fact that most of them were wounded, the resistance gradually became less violent.

The Japanese artillery fire was diverted to both sides of the hill, cutting off the retreat of Fanmin in both directions.

Soon, the battlefield was littered with severed limbs and severed branches and wood blocks, mixed together, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.

On the front of the hill, the Japanese infantry launched a general assault on Fanmin. The Japanese attacked in a line formation, and the soldiers rushed forward quickly.

The young soldier who participated in the battle for the first time was frightened, and he rushed forward with the other Japanese soldiers. As soon as he heard the shouts of his companions, he was overwhelmed and ran forward desperately, and soon ran ahead of the others. He saw bullets eject from behind a large tree. He took a few more steps forward, then lay on his stomach and took aim with his gun in hand, ignoring the disdainful gazes of the other Japanese soldiers behind him.

This time he hit accurately, and the bullet flew directly into the tree hole, killing the Fanmin shooter hiding inside. He heard the screams of the other man, and he slowly got to his feet, contented to see the results of his first battle.

The other two jumped out from behind the tree. A Japanese squad leader who had just caught up from behind shouted loudly to shoot a bullet first, and the soldiers behind opened fire one after another, killing two fans.

The squad leader stepped forward to check, Fanmin had been shot several times, and he was already dead, he was surprised why the other party did not shoot, and when he picked up the rifle that the other party had already loaded with a bayonet, he found that there was no bullet in the chamber.

The Japanese continued to advance, and at this moment, the enemy, who had opened heavy fire on them, suddenly stopped firing, because another Japanese unit had outflanked them and launched an attack.

When the Japanese army crushed the resistance of the Fanmin. When you come to the top of the mountain. The whole scene looked shocking. It's disgusting, it's terrifying.

At this time, the Japanese soldiers, whether deployed on both flanks or further behind, or somewhere else, were greatly relieved to see the end of the battle.

Immediately, the Japanese artillery began to bombard Shimen Mountain, and as just now, Fanmin's bullets rained down on the heads of the attacking Japanese soldiers. Once again, they suffered terrible casualties, and at the same time made it difficult for them to move forward.

On the hill, the young leader of the Fanmin could not help but clench his fists when he saw that the Japanese were firing heavily at their front.

He wanted to rush forward and destroy the artillery. But as soon as he took a few steps out, a bullet hit him in the chest, and he fell to the ground with a thud. When his companions ran up to him and lay down, he was still alive, blood streaming from his mouth and nose.

A partner called his name in tears. Ding Zhihuang saw at this time that the leader's heart was bleeding.

After a while. The leader's burly body was stunned, and Ding Zhihuang's heart sank. He knew that the valiant young man was dead.

Some of the Japanese troops began to clean up the battlefield, while others continued to search and advance up the mountain, encountering stubborn resistance from the Fanmin who had not had time to evacuate due to injuries or other reasons. None of the people were willing to surrender, they fought to the last man, shed their last drop of blood, and never surrendered. After crushing the desperate resistance of some Fanmin, the Japanese finally climbed to the top of the hill and occupied the bombed Fanmin position.

On Fanmin's position, Ding Zhihuang found hundreds of corpses. In the following time, the Japanese army continued to search and advance to clear out the other combat groups of the Fanmin.

"It's still not good to control it after all!" Ding Zhihuang looked at the retreating Fanmin and sighed.

And at the flash of his thought, everything in front of him became blurred.

When the surrounding scenery became clear, Ding Zhihuang found himself in Fanmin's village, and the time became night.

On the wooden shelf, there sat the remains of a sacrificed Fan warrior. Surrounded by Fanmin warriors with torches in hand.

The light of the fire reflected the red faces of the people, and also reflected the burning fire in the eyes of the people.

A middle-aged leader of the Fanmin looked at the dead young leader sitting among his companions, who was supposed to be his son, and his eyes showed uncontrollable sadness.

At this time, the blood stains on the young man's body had been washed away, and he had changed into clean clothes, and sat there with a peaceful expression, as if he had fallen asleep. At his side sat the corpse of his good buddy Willis.

An old man dressed in traditional clothes stepped forward, opened his arms, he looked at these sacrificed soldiers with a sad face, and sang in the Fan language with grief and indignation, the song was vigorous and sad, and people wanted to cry when they heard it.

Looking at his son's face and listening to this ancient spiritual song, the leader of the people couldn't help but sing along.

Soon, everyone sang along.

As he sang, the leader of the Fanmin took a torch from one of the warriors beside him and threw it under the wooden frame, and the flames immediately flew up, enveloping the remains of the warriors in an instant.

After completing the cremation ceremony, the leader of the Fanmin waved his hand and set off with the warriors to fight the Japanese army.

"Ignorant and foolish, courageous and commendable, pitiful and pitiful, but blindly brutal, what good is it with the overall situation?" Ding Zhihuang once again issued his unique emotion.

The scene in front of him changed again, and when the surroundings became clear again, Ding Zhihuang found himself in a dense forest again.

The Japanese were advancing, but this time they did not encounter any resistance from the Fanmin along the way, as if they had suddenly disappeared from the jungle.

The gusts of mountain wind blew, rolling up the red petals in the sky, and falling down one after another.

The Japanese general's eyes widened in surprise as he watched the rain of flower petals falling from the sky.

One of the guards held the petals in his hand and said something in surprise.

A bright red petal fell on the Japanese general's shoulder, and he gently picked up the petal with his fingers, put it in the palm of his hand, and looked at it carefully.

The petals are a red color.

It's as red as blood!

The Japanese general carefully picked up a few whole cherry blossoms, took out his notebook, and put them in the pages.

A primeval forest appeared in front of the Japanese army,

Looking at the primeval forest composed of towering hundred-year-old giant trees in front of him, the Japanese general's eyes flashed with disappointment.

The foreigner who was the guide was the first to notice the strange appearance on the branches of these large trees, which were the thickness of three people, and could not help but be taken aback, and immediately shouted and pointed to one of the big trees.

Ding Zhihuang, like the Japanese general, looked in the direction of the foreign guide's finger, and immediately saw a female corpse dressed in white hanging on a tree branch!

The Japanese general's body trembled for a moment, and the horse under his seat let out an uneasy neigh.

The Japanese rode forward slowly, looked around the tree, and found that on the branches of the tree, there was a female corpse hanging by hanging!

Not far away, a large number of female corpses were also hanging on several other big trees. In some big trees, there are too many hanging corpses, and even the branches are bent and hanging down!

Ding Zhihuang had never seen such a terrifying scene, and he wanted to let out a terrifying scream, but he couldn't. He had just turned to flee, but saw a young woman of the Fan tribe covered in blood appear in front of him.

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